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Wednesday, August 12, 2015

[SS-018] Rope


[ROPE]

Mon was was doing his tension exercises at the park one morning. His girlfriend was out of town, so he planned to devote the rest of the day to working out and doing active stuff. 

Little did he know that a middle-aged man had been eyeing on him ever since he arrived at his spot at the park. Mon was going to be the next prey.

"Interesting exercise routine you got there mister," the man said as he approached Mon, "looking good, looking good."

Mon turned to the man who spoke. He stopped in awe upon seeing the shirtless muscular older man before him.

"You don't look so bad yourself, sir!" Mon replied, eyes still glued at the man's large square chest, "your torso's pretty ripped and intimidating!"

"Thanks. But you got them muscles too, mister. You should take your shirt off!" the man encouraged.

Usually, Mon is uncomfortable bearing his skin in public. But there was something about the man's voice that reassured him. He skinned off his sando and continued working out.

"Hey, you know what, I'll teach you a better use for that rubber rope you're using," the man suggested, "come with me."

Mon was weirded out by how easily the man persuaded him to follow his tracks. But his mind told him it was the right thing to do. The man took him to a big shady tree, where not many people were around. 

"Give me your rope," the muscular man ordered.

Mon handed him the rope. To his surprise, the man turned him around and tied his hands at his back using the rope.

"What the hell!" Mon retorted as he struggled.

The bigger man harshly covered Mon's mouth with his large burly hands. The predator whispered in his ears, "shut up and just enjoy this or I'll wring this around your neck."

Knowing that resistance was futile, Mon had no choice but to relax and submit.

With another hand, the man pulled down his shorts. 


A tear escaped Mon's eye as he felt a big rod poking his hole. 

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